The gunshot fired by the old Han Yang was making a muffled sound, and the bullets flying in from the window passed through the hall, shattering the bookshelf and taking the books out of the cave. Lu Xiang just looked at the book in his hand quietly, letting a
The bullet's faded flames flew past him, and then he slowly turned the pages of the book.
Find stillness in movement.
This state of remaining calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai is so mysterious. When Lu Xiang abandoned all external objects and immersed himself in the book, he finally understood why Xiu Niang could read a girls' school magazine in the hellish Beiman.
De relish, this is an enemy-occupied area. If the world is peaceful and everyone can do what they like, what will it be like?
In this silence, Xiao Wuzi fired all the bullets in the gun made by Old Hanyang, threw down the long gun, pulled out the short gun from his waist, and fought back again with a grenade in one hand and a shell gun in the other.
Lu Xiang read peacefully in this environment, with Xiao Wuzi yelling and swearing in vulgar words next to his ears. Until the sound of machine gunfire came, and countless bullets passed through the missing window and shot into the wall, he had no time to react.
Xiao Wuzi let these bullets open more than a dozen blood flowers in his chest, and finally, while swaying, he slowly fell down.
Lao Lu smiled and turned to look at him and asked: "Is this time enjoyable?"
He thought of the brothers' daily chats. At that time, Zhang Ziqiang and Xiao Wuzi would always yell and say, "Life is so frustrating. If one day I can have sex with Xiao Nippon with real swords and guns, even if it's just
Even if there is only one soldier left, they will be knocked off their feet.'
This time, everyone was upset, and the entire Northeast was upset...
Lu Xiang didn't think about it anymore. When he came to his senses, the gunfire had stopped. In front of him was a network of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, with long guns pointed at him.
On the side, Xiao Wuzi turned his head and looked at the body, lying so peacefully on the ground. There was no resentful look in his eyes, and there was no regret in death. He just lay there and looked at it with a smile on his face, as if to say: "Old Lu, I'm in front."
Wait for you."
"Let's go."
Lu Xiang put down the book in his hand and stretched out his hand to let the Japanese handcuff him. This time, the little Japanese was much smarter. He stretched out his hand to start beating him, and then a gun butt hit him. Then seven or eight people came over to search him.
, for fear of missing any corner.
…
In his daze, Lu Xiang heard the sound of the iron door, and he didn't know how long it took. The moment a basin of cold water was poured down his head, he woke up and saw the torture chamber full of the smell of disinfectant.
This should be the gendarmerie, right?
Lu Xiang smiled, knowing that when he saw this scene, he was not far from completing his mission.
"Name."
Lu Xiang, who was soaked all over, replied: "Lu Xiang."
"age."
"42."
"Profession."
"soldier."
After saying these two words, the Japanese who was recording raised his head, and Miki who was asking in front also turned around in surprise.
Lu Xiang straightened his back, straightened his neck, and proudly spoke about the only identity that made him proud.
Miki has never seen a prisoner who has such a strong sense of identity and yet is so cooperative. In his mind, the Red Party member should be like Zhang Ziqiang, Xiao Wuzi, or even a little tailor.
How could it be...
"Why come to Northern Manchuria?" There was a trace of disdain on his face.
Lu Xiang looked at Miki instead: "Why come to Beiman?"
"Ghosts prey on the weak, and Buddha chooses good people to suffer. There is no fairness in this world. If I can't be alone and don't listen to other people's affairs, then I can only burn incense when encountering Buddha, and draw guns when encountering bandits."
The translator almost choked with such complicated Chinese, and finally said: "Anti-Japanese."
Miki looked back at the translator questioningly, wondering how such a large amount of Chinese words could be exchanged for just a few words, and asked again: "What did you do in North Mandu?"
"Don't you all know?"
Lu Xiang said with a smile: "Sent Wen Wan to sneak into Qu Guang's mansion to become a translator to obtain information, have people stop Zhang Hongyan in front of Li Shaoyang's house, and enter the Railway Department to steal the 'Military Train Transport Timetable'..." When he said this, he deliberately raised his eyebrows
Looking at the record-keeper behind Miki, sure enough, when he said this, the man stopped writing and didn't write anything on the paper.
Seeing this scene, Lu Xiang was so excited that he was more excited than he was worried about his own life and death, because this was the key to their success.
Miki actually stopped asking further and changed the subject: "Who are the members of your organization?"
Lu Xiang looked at the roof of the shed, as if looking at the sky.
"A silly woman who likes to read love picture books but cannot find love in the initial stage of her life, her name is Xiu Niang. But instead of complaining about everything, this silly woman chose to follow the army for a full 25,000 miles.
I just hope that other people can have the power to choose their own love;”
"There was also Lao Zhou who was beaten to death by Zhang Hongyan in front of Li Shaoyang's house not long after he arrived in northern Manchuria. I don't know much about him. I heard that he used to be an instructor in the army."
"Zhang Ziqiang, by the way, he's the one who used a grenade to kill you all. This guy turned out to be a butcher. He always carries a grenade in his waist, and he also carries a pot and pipe with it. He doesn't listen to any advice, and insists on sticking it in his waist like this.
It’s easy to use.”
"Xiao Wuzi is an orphan. He is particularly afraid of being alone. He always violates the rules and wants to hang out with those around him. As long as we can stay together, even if you bully him, they won't care if you say a few words to him."
"I...Hi, I have nothing to say. I am a thief. I have nothing to say."
Miki became interested when he heard that there was nothing to say: "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was not forced to become a thief by the world. I originally came from a well-off family with a house and land. Unfortunately, we are born bad. We have been lazy and greedy since we were young. After learning gambling at the age of twelve or thirteen, the family management
If you are strict, you will have no money, so you can only steal. In order to steal more and steal better, you even learned the art from a teacher. Later, you became a gangster and considered yourself a Jianghu person, and then you discovered Jianghu.
The most despised thing in the world, apart from scoundrels, is petty theft."
"It's ridiculous. You can obviously strive for the first place, but you ruin your great future."
Miki seemed to understand something and asked: "So, you red party members are all the lower class of society who are looked down upon?"
"It is true that they are at the bottom, and it is true that people look down upon them, but when have you ever seen people standing at the top of the pyramid changing the world?"
"Only when you can't live anymore will you think about changes, only when you can't live anymore will you dare to sacrifice."
"Never underestimate this power. One day, you will tremble in front of this power."
Miki was sneering, as if he was listening to the vision of a dying man.
"You said I would tremble in front of you?"
"if not?"
Miki discovered one thing. He found that the Red Party member in front of him did not seem to be groveling in his confession, nor was he afraid of being punished. Instead, he was revealing his true feelings in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"Do you think that once you step out of Shanhaiguan, you will be able to rush all the way to the hinterland of China? Do you think that you can completely crush the dignity of a nation with the power of ships and artillery?"
"I tell you clearly, as long as you dare to step out of Shanhaiguan, you will know what hell is on earth, and you will understand what every inch of mountains and rivers are like, and what blood means. Even a thorn dog on the road will sting you because it grows on this land.
A kick of blood!"
Miki looked at him with interest, looked around, and finally asked: "Then do you think this war will end with which side wins?"
"Finish?"
"What are you thinking about!"
"I swear to you with the soul of a Red Party member, as long as you step out of Shanhaiguan, you may encounter many armies that are defeated in one blow, and see many traitors who surrender willingly and make people look down on, but the real
The Chinese Dragon Soul will always exist... In this war, even if only the last person is left, I will shout at you, 'Unless you die, the war will never end'!"
Miki smiled, not viciously, but full of fighting spirit, radiating all the excitement in his body towards a man tied to a wooden stake.
He pressed his hand on the saber, and stared at the opponent with his eyes. He didn't raise his head sharply until he saw that the opponent had no strength to fight back.
What Miki saw seemed to be a ball of ethereal energy, no, it should be a spirit. This spirit was hidden under every kind smile, but when you reveal your butcher's knife, you will see what Abi Hell is.
…
"Major, he vomited blood!"
Miki came to his senses instantly after hearing these words. When he raised his head, Lu Xiang's face in front of him was as golden as paper.
"Pry his mouth open!"
"The bastard took poison!"
While this group of people were busy, Lu Xiang closed his eyes. He seemed to see himself, the soul that should have been filthy because of petty theft. At this second, a strange light shone all over his body. This kind of
